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All week Chuck had been meeting pretty blondes and slept with them to get some information on Vanessa, Some real dirt. He couldn't let Blair find out. In fact she had just accepted to go on a date. Well it wasn't really a rendez-vous amoureux, date just lunch with a friend. But we all know Chuck does not want to be friends....

C: Ok do toi have anything....
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C: No I don't
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C: toi don't say
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C: salut Vanessa
V: salut Chuck (kisses him)
C: *disgusted face*
V: Who was that
C: No one
V: Really I heard toi were meeting a lot of other girls and...

She didn’t need them.

She didn’t need anyone. Not the Lost boy with dirty blond hair, ou his disgrace of a best friend. Not the thoughtless drones she used to call friends. Certainly not Jenny Humphrey, ou any other member of her low-rent family. Her mother caused plus harm than good, and even if she did need her Dad, he had other things to attend to.

In the movie of her life, the one that ran on repeat in her head, she needed two people. Nate and Serena. Serena and Nate. Her support system, her strength.

That was a lie.

When Serena had left, she’d survived. She’d plus than survived, she’d...